Then the business economy
outflanked its enemy
and settled the schism
with so-called "socialism"
by serving the traders' call
for yet another shopping mall,
co-opting both Left and Right
for ten thousand points of light,
so filthy rich on planetary loot
the tree of life is sick at the root
on bio-chemical solutions
from fabricating institutions
who minimize all diversity
to maximize the profitability
of more and more merchandise
for this swelling techno-paradise
of commercially correct distinction,
ever growing our mass unknowing
march to self-extinction.

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